I BOW DOWN TO PRAY
I TRY TO MAKE
THE WORLD SEEM BETTER
LORD,
SHOW ME THE WAY
HOW MUCH
MUST I LIVE THROUGH
JUST TO GET AWAY ?
AFTER ALL THESE
PRESURES THAT MAKE
YOUR HEAD FEEL SO TIGHT
HERE'S A LITTLE SECRET TO MAKE YOU THINK, WHY IS THE CRAZY THINGS WE NEVER SAY POETRY IN INK ?